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Show "Daddy," piped the little darling, "is the sea a mile deep?" Daddy, who was also an editor, glanced up irritably from a huge pile of manuscript. manu-script. "I don't know," he snapped. The little one looked disappointed. A little later she inquired: "Is the moon really made of cheese, daddy?' Again came the response: "I don't know." Another look of disappointment, disappoint-ment, another silence, another question: ques-tion: "Do cannibals use postage-stamps?" postage-stamps?" No less savage than the cannibals themselves was the distracted dis-tracted manuscript reader as he roared for the third time: ' Idon't know." "Well I say, daddy," exclaimed ex-claimed the youthful inquirer, very seriously, "who1 made you an editor?' |